Friday, July 18, 2014

“I never told anyone, but I once
murdered someone,” I began. My therapist looked at me with shock in his eyes.
How could a little thing like me kill anyone? I was 5’2” and barely weighed 110
pounds. But, here I was confessing my greatest secret. “Daphne, why don’t you
tell me what happened?,” he asked. I sat back in my chair. “I was locked in an
abandoned asylum. It was me and a few friends,” I began. I remembered that
night like it was yesterday. “Suddenly, one by one each of my friends started
disappearing. Then later we would find their lifeless bodies.” He looked at me
desiring to want to know more. “By the end of the night, it was just me and
Linc left. We thought we had found our way out but instead we were face to face
with a scary, crazy looking man.” I shuddered at the thought of him. “He had
this look in his eyes. It was the creepiest thing I had ever seen in my life.”
I closed my eyes remembering his straggly, brown beard and hair. I began to
shake. “Linc was coming up behind him. He turned to stab his knife into Linc
when I suddenly jumped up and pushed him away. It was then that I was able to
smell him. He smelled of death. I remembered each of my friends that had come
with me that night. I had to do something.” Dr. Littleton urged me on, “Go ahead,
Daphne.” “I looked around and saw a gun laying on the ground. I have no idea
where it came from. But, I grabbed it and pointed it straight at the man. I
pulled the trigger a few times,” I continued. “I watched him fall to the
ground. I dropped the gun and Linc and I ran for our lives.” I was sobbing by
this point. “We waited for hours until police arrived. We told them the whole
story. The officer just shook my hand and sent us on our way.” Dr. Littleton
looked at me dumbfounded. I knew he was going to check my story. How could he
not? I just confessed to murdering a man; albeit in self-defense. I walked out
of the office with my head held high.

Hours later, I was laying in Linc’s
arms when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw that Dr. Littleton
was calling. I immediately answered. “Hello, Dr. Why such a late phone call?,”
I said. “I called the Hidden Oaks Police Department to verify your story,
Daphne,” he said. “I figured you would. Are you satisfied that I am not a
lunatic roaming the streets?” “In a way, yes. I believe that you are not a
killer. But, I worry about you psychologically. Can you stop by the office
again tomorrow?” “Sure, doc. I’ll be by tomorrow afternoon,” I replied. I hung
up the phone and cuddled back up to Linc. It was amazing how such a bad event
could bring two people together.

** This was a writing prompt where you began with "I never told anyone..." The characters and basic story are actually a part of one of my WIP. **